Yesterday I read this out in a beach hut on Brighton seafront, accompanied by lightning flashing over the sea and cold cold wind. The hut was decorated with knitted sheep. Obviously. Ha ha! It was part of the Beach Hut Advent Calendar that's been happening for the last few years. And the theme for my friends' hut was 'The Lost Sheep', a story from the Bible about a farmer who leaves his 99 sheep to look for sheep number 100 who'd gone missing. So this... is about that:
If it were me
If it were me, I’m not sure I’d even notice that one was missing.
If it were me, would I see the one slipping out the back door, or would I be too caught up in pleasing the faces on the front row?
If it were me, would I risk leaving the gathering even if I was the reason behind it?
If it were me, would I step out of the warm light and into the cold darkness to search for a single soul?
If it were me, would I deem finding ‘that one’ worth the possibility of losing the respect of others?
And when I finally found the one that was lost, would I throw a party to beat all other parties?!
Thankfully – that story is not about me. (Unless, perhaps, I am the sheep?)
Thankfully that farmer does not comply with earthly measures of worth, nor the supposed wisdom of man.
His eye is drawn to the empty space at the table and His heart will not rest ‘til all are present.
He will wonder after the one that wanders and He will risk everything to find the one whose name everyone else forgot.
1 comment:
Thank you. Thought provoking and this page blog has the essence of the evening. It's good to be able to read the words as I missed some of the meaning listening in the excited seafront hubbub.
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